Page 24 of Off-Limits

She grins wickedly, wrapping her hand around me and giving a tentative stroke that has me hissing in a breath. "We can't do this here," I say, looking towards the neighbors' houses. Anyone could see us.

"Then take me inside," she demands, already pushing open her door and stepping out onto the driveway.

I'm out of my seat and following her before I even realize what I'm doing, catching up to her just as she reaches the front door. I spin her around, pressing her back against it as I claim her mouth with mine, devouring her like a starving man, which isn't too far from the truth. I am very hungry.

She moans into the kiss, her hands tangling in my hair as she grinds against me, seeking friction through our clothes. I can feel how wet she is already, and it's driving me wild.

"Inside," I growl, lifting her up so that she can wrap her legs around my waist. She laughs softly, guiding me to the correct key on her keychain before we stumble through the door, still locked in our desperate embrace.

Somehow, we make it upstairs without breaking anything, Mia's dress already hiked up around her hips and my pants unbuttoned but still on. I kick open the guest room door—fuck the consequences, not caring that it might be damaged—and carry her straight to the bed, falling onto it with her still clinging to me.

She tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head before tossing it carelessly aside. I help her out of her dress next, my hands shaking slightly as I reveal inch after inch of her smooth skin. When she's finally laid bare before me in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties, I can't help but groan.

"Beautiful as always," I tell her, trailing kisses down her neck and chest until I reach the swell of her breasts.

She arches into my touch, gasping as I unhook her bra and slide it off her shoulders. Her nipples are already hard, begging for my mouth, and I don't hesitate to take one between my teeth, sucking gently while my fingers toy with the other.

Mia writhes beneath me, her hips moving in time with each pull of my lips. "Jake," she pants, threading her fingers through my hair. "Don't stop. I won't forgive you if you do."

I can't deny her anything right now—not when we're like this, our bodies consumed by desire and need. I slide down her body, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulling them off in one fluid motion.

She's bare to me now, completely at my mercy. And fuck if that isn't the most erotic sight I've ever seen.

I dip a finger inside her, finding her already wet and ready for me. She cries out, her hips bucking against my hand as I add another finger, scissoring them to stretch her tight channel.

"Jake," she moans, "I can't stop thinking about how much I want you inside me right now."

"Not so soon," I tell her, smiling wickedly down at her flushed face. "Not until you come on my fingers first."

She lets out a frustrated whimper, but she does as I say, her body responding to my command like it was made for this very purpose. I add another finger, curling them up to hit that spot inside her that drives her wild. She whimpers and sobs.

It doesn't take long before she's crying out my name again, her entire body tensing and then convulsing around me as waves of pleasure wash over her. And only then do I give in to what we both want—removing my fingers from her wet heat and replacing them with something much more substantial.

Just as I'm about to push deeper inside Mia, her body still quivering from her orgasm, we both freeze at the sound of knocking downstairs.

"Shit," I hiss, looking towards the door and then back down at Mia's naked body beneath me. "What do we do?"

She bites her lip, her eyes wide with panic. "I don't know," she whispers. "Maybe they'll go away if we're quiet."

But the knocking persists, growing louder now as whoever it is calls out, "Hello? Anyone home?"

Mia sits up suddenly, with me grabbing my abandoned shirt from earlier and pulling it on quickly. I stand up, running a hand through my disheveled hair and adjusting my pants.

"We should go down there," Mia says, already moving towards the door. "It might be one of our neighbors, checking in since they know we're here."

I follow her reluctantly. I don't want to do it, but we have to.

By the time we make it downstairs, the knocking has stopped, but we can still hear the neighbor's muffled voice calling out from behind the closed front door.

"Hello? Anyone home?" he asks again.

Mia looks at me, taking a deep breath before opening the door slowly. I stand off to the side, trying to look as casual and innocent as possible despite the fact that we were literally seconds away from fucking each other's brains out.

As soon as the door swings open, an elderly man with white hair and twinkling blue eyes smiles warmly at Mia. "Ah, there you are!" he exclaims. "I thought I heard some commotion coming from inside. Everything alright?"

Mia blushes slightly, looking down at her bare feet before answering. "Oh, hi Mr. Patel. Yeah, everything's fine. We were just... uh, watching a movie upstairs."

"Ah," he says, nodding knowingly. "Well, I didn't mean to disturb you then." He looks past Mia to where I'm standing awkwardly behind her. "And who might this be?"

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